they wont give a doit
to receive a lame begger, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian
His daughter and I
will be king and queen
By sorcery he got this isle
from me he got it
Thou shall be lord of it
and i’ll serve thee
While you livest,
keep a good tongue in thy head
Is not this Stephano
my drunken butler
What a thrice double ass was I
to take this drunkard for a god
bestow your luggage
where you found it
or stole
it, rather
Oh touch me not, I am not
Stephano, but a cramp!
I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last,
that I fear me will never out of my bones
I smell
all horse piss